As the sun sets, the sky gradually darkens. If it weren't for the shyness of his pocket at the moment, Masayoshi Kishimoto would definitely take the initiative to ask the other party to sit in a nearby water bar.

At the moment, he didn't even have to eat tonight's dinner, so how could he have such spare money? He had to wait until he went to work at the convenience store until late at night before he could take a few boxes of expired food bento from the shelves to eat.

Those expired foods are not spoiled, but they can't be sold. Who makes the Japanese pay special attention to the shopping experience?

Masayoshi Kishimoto was deeply ashamed when he thought of this, so he stood up silently and prepared to walk up. He could use the few hours between them to tidy up his rental house.

Kitagawa Kako raised her head, suddenly looked sideways at him and said, "You haven't told me yet, what kind of person do you want to be?"

Masayoshi Kishimoto stopped walking upward, and his mind flashed to the dream of the original owner of his body, which was to become a manga artist.

However, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. After his enthusiasm subsided, he still lived back to what waste wood should be.

"Investors. After Kishimoto muttered, he looked back at her and replied solemnly.

Kitagawa Kako neither smiled nor spoke again. She just turned around silently, sitting as she had done before.

Masayoshi Kishimoto re-energized his steps and walked upward. Every time he took a step, he clearly felt an unprecedented heaviness.

I had a house in my previous life, a pachinko shop, etc., which means that I still have the capital that can be used as an investment. In this life, not only did he have nothing in his hands, but he also owed money to many people.

Fortunately, the original owner of the body did not borrow usury. This is the most simple truth that even waste wood understands, no matter how difficult life is, what is called usury cannot be touched.

Masayoshi Kishimoto went up to the second floor, and was just about to pass by the door of Kako Kitagawa's house when the door was opened. First, a man about forty years old came out, and then a woman with heavy makeup followed.

The two are still lingering, and they seem to be very intimate. As a person who came over, he looked at it and figured out why Kako Kitagawa had no choice but to sit on the stairs.

She waited until the two people in front of her finished that. Although I don't know the person, I know the woman with heavy makeup.

The other party is the single mother who gave birth to Kako Kitagawa. As for what kind of work the other party does, I don't know very well.

It's not like it, it's like a pair of concubines. Many of the women who live in this area work as escorts on the street of Taketsuka Bar.

"What are you looking at?" said the man suddenly.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in Kishimoto's heart. His eyes were still fixed on the other.

"Ignore him, my dear. He's my next-door neighbor. A man who eats scrap wood from the ward office. ”

Lisa Kitagawa is clinging to the man, but she is not playing for Kishimoto Masayoshi, but is full of contempt. Even if she is a wine girl, she is more useful than waste wood.

The man put his arm around her waist and giggled as he turned towards the staircase. When the two saw Kako Kitagawa sitting on the top of the stairs, they were not only unapologetic, but also ignored them directly.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked to his door, took out the key, and opened the door. When he walked in, he closed the door with his backhand.

Once again, I felt the smell of rancid smell in this room. He quickly took off the pair of shoes on his feet at the entrance and stepped on the tatami mat.

Masayoshi Kishimoto walked to the window in three steps and two steps, and opened the glass window directly with a "bang", so as to ventilate and breathe.

After that, he began to roll up his sleeves and clean the room. As long as people are in a positive state of mind, even if they live in a poor and harsh environment, they will be clean and organized.

The heart of Waste Wood is completely full of decadence, black and white, and escapism...... You can be lazy to the point of ignoring it, eating and drinking, and sleeping when you lie down.

Even if you feel bored, you don't take the initiative to find something to do, and you comfort yourself that your job is to try to endure boredom.

At a quarter past nine o'clock in the evening, Masayoshi Kishimoto suddenly heard the sound of men and women clapping for love next door on the left.

Resting on the past, the original owner of his body will immediately get excited, tiptoe over, and put one ear against the wall to listen carefully. As for his right hand, it would make an indescribably obscene move.

For this, Kishimoto just sighed. It's not too late at this point in time, why can't you help but get excited?

He thought about it again in his head, and immediately understood. The one who lives next door to his left is a pair of young people. He immediately showed a special sense of understanding.

At their age, even if it is seven times a night, they can still be satisfied. When you get married, you reach middle age, let alone two times a week.

Even once a week, I don't become active, and it's like I'm just coping with an errand. If my wife took the initiative to ask for a second time that night, the whole person would have become bad, and she would have to struggle hard.

When a man is young, he can have a physiological reaction when he is touched by the opposite sex. However, once a man reaches middle age, a woman is like that, and it is not interesting.

Kishimoto Masayoshi thought about it again in his head, and he sympathized with the original owner of this body. What kind of experience and feeling would it be for a man like him who is less than twenty years old, single and dead at home, and living between two neighbors?

The walls are thin, so the sound insulation is naturally not good, and the sound of men and women clapping for love should be heard almost every day and night.

It is not a kind of enjoyment, but an incomparable torture and torment of his body and mind. No wonder there are so many paper balls and toilet paper balls in this room? It's such a waste of paper.

"The nightlife of the rich is also just beginning, but it can be colorful. The poor man's nightlife also began, but it was so monotonous and boring. Masayoshi Kishimoto suddenly felt it.

After he finished, it was time to go out. I can't be late for my first day of work tonight. It takes him about half an hour to walk from his residence to his part-time job.